The dragon's body moved, and an endless curtain of water pressed down, followed closely by the rolling demon flames, bringing with it a momentum as if the sky was falling, lifting the Hundred Miles Sea Domain in that instant.
In the void, endless dark clouds began to rapidly converge, with rolling thunder sounds sliding down from above the Nine Heavens.
Like mountains collapsing, it directly shrouded all of Chen Yuan's retreat paths.
There's no avoiding, no escaping.
Once he retreated, the initiative would no longer be in his hands.
But Chen Yuan let out a long howl to the sky, as if an infinite power was budding within him, and at that moment, his Primordial Spirit emitted a shocking purple light, with immense Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy converging around him.
His blood and Qi surged like a rushing river.
And he abandoned all techniques, as a gleam appeared in his hand, the Emperor Slaughter Saber, black as ink, appeared in his hand with a strange glossy pattern.
